Senior Sex: Book Five

By Reese Cantwell

The older set might not tell you, but there's lots of sex going on. This Fifth book of my Senior Sex series will convince you. We have four stories: Retired, But Not Dead, Thanks, Son, The Girl I've Never Seen Clothed, and I Want It, Too. Our first story is a sweet but hot romance between two older people that happens quite unexpectedly, one you will enjoy. Next, a father comes to visit his son at his new home and meets and mates three of his neighbors.

Our third story tells of a liaison between a divorced man and a married woman who he never sees dressed and the fun they find together, then, I Want It, Too, is the story of an older man with a younger woman and what happens when her younger sister finds out about them. You'll join in, as well.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Reese Cantwell
• Release date: Sep 23, 2013
• ISBN: 9781301769827

Reese Cantwell

I know why we all love to read naughty stories and I write them just so you can have that special intellectual, emotional, and, yes, physical pleasure that is its own special reward from reading stories that arouse and excite.I have now listed over 450 of my books that have gained 4- or 5-star reviews from my readers from my sales sites and Goodreads to help you easily find them (https://www.smashwords.com/books/byseries/47898). Of course, there remain a great number of my books, though, that have gone unreviewed so there are certain to be many others which are waiting to be discovered. Happy reading.You can share your experience with the author at [e-mail] can follow my blog at: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7266932.Reese_Cantwell/blog

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Senior Sex

Book Five

by

Reese Cantwell

Copyright 2013 Reese Cantwell

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Table of Contents

Story 1: Retired But Not Dead

Story 2: Thanks, Son

Story 3: The Girl I've Never Seen Clothed

Story 4: I Want It, Too

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Author's note: All characters depicted in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older.

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Story One

Retired But Not Dead

Getting older sometimes leads to getting less sex. It did for me until I met the assistant librarian's mother when I took a part time job at our local library branch.

Chapter 1

If you're still working, still younger than retirement age, well, be glad. I say that not because it's bad being retired, actually there are benefits to it quite often but some things depend on just how your life goes after you do retire. But, always remember, things can and, sometimes, do change. Even for the better.

I'm Tom, sixty-four, newly-retired but my wife, Imogene, and I have been living in a retirement community that is made up of above fifty-five year olds and, really, most are older than we are.

I try to keep in shape, there's a nice workout room I use four or five times a week and I also swim and walk a lot as well. I'm six-one, one hundred eighty pounds and have a pretty flat stomach. There are gray streaks through my brownish hair which has receded a bit in front but I try to keep a youthful attitude as well as a toned body.

There is another reason I work out so much and, well, that's to keep my libido in check. Ever since Imogene had a hysterectomy four years ago, she's just no longer interested in sex which, for me, has been difficult.

I've never been one to do a lot of masturbating, I have, of course, but I've always enjoyed sex with women, exclusively with Imogene for over forty years until her surgery.

Now, don't think that I'm a raving lunatic, drooling at the sight of a pretty girl, even at the sight on a homely, overweight girl. No, I'm not on the prowl though I am, as any man would be, horny.

So, one day I was at the workout room and, as usual, I checked out the bulletin board first as I came in. There was a notice that our local library branch was looking for part-time workers to help shelve and do other duties. The hours ranged from fifteen to about twenty-five hours a week. I had been interested in finding something to do like this, I really didn't want full-time employment, so this looked ideal.

After talking it over with Imogene, I went over and filled out an application and was immediately interviewed by the head branch librarian and was offered the job on the spot; I was to start the very next day.

I arrived right at the ten a.m. opening time and was introduced to Kim Edwards who would be my direct supervisor. She was quite pretty, about thirty to thirty-five, short and petite but very curvy, a nice eyeful, a distinct change from so many of the women I see around my pool at home.

So, Kim got me started, showing me what to do, and soon left me on my own.

Several weeks went by, I enjoyed the work and the staff and got to know the library far better than I'd ever thought possible. I also got to know Kim better, learning that she was thirty-three and a mother of two, two little girls. Their father was gone, where she didn't know, but the child support people were looking for him, though she seemed to have little expectation that they could ever get any money from him. Really too bad, she was such a nice person.

I was working from the opening time, ten until three in the afternoon, hours that I liked, and then, one afternoon, Kim came to me to see if I might want to fill in for someone who was on maternity leave who worked from four until nine, the library's closing time.

Well, truthfully, Kim is so nice that I told her I would do it and she asked me to stay a few minutes after four to meet the people who came in for the evening shift and make introductions.

There were two women and a man that I met, one of the women was the one I would be most working with, Ellen McIntyre, and it happened that she was Kim Edward's mother.

There was a distinct resemblance between the two women, they were obviously related, not just looking much like one another but even down to their laughs, the